Jeff was a varsity soccer player at University of Michigan and weighs about as much as my right quad. He's one of those disgusting natural athletes that can go out and run 7 minute miles without much training. So its great for me to work with him when I do speed work because I know I'm going to be pushed, and I know my competitive spirit is going to drive me to do better; its always more fun training with a good buddy too.
So Friday around 6pm Jeff and I started our run in that serene area. We began with a mile warm up at like an 8:55 pace. Then the rest of the workout proceeded as:
2 miles - zone 4b
1 mile - zone 5a
.5 miles zone 5b
3 minute rest interval between each speed interval
I was shocked with how fast the miles ticked off; we ran the first two miles at a 7:30 pace, the zone 5a run was done at a 6:55 pace and the last half mile was done at close to a 5 minute pace - in short; we kicked ass. The real fun started after the last 1/2 mile interval though. Jeff being the skinny munchkin he is wanted to run the last mile (my cool down) as fast as he could - he has aspirations of qualifying for Boston at the Disney World Marathon in January.
About 20 yards away from me I see Jeff launch into the air, perpendicular to the ground; he wasn't paying tribute to Michael Jordan as he screamed "holy f***k" as something lunged at him. He shouted back to me, "dude that's not a stick," so I ran on the other side of the road past the spot Jeff had just gone airborne over. Starring at me was the face of evil:
Waiting for Jeff in the middle of the road was a freaking copperhead snake! Had the snake gotten its fangs into my buddy's legs I would have been sucking out poison - as attractive as Jeff is, really he's just not my type. Freaking crazy, sometimes I forget how lucky I was to be living in the North East where I didn't have t worry about meeting my demise during a run in a remote wooded area.
The rest of my training went pretty well for the weekend, although riding my commuter road bike on the trainer is way more painful than Apollo ever was. I'll have pictures of my new black beauty as soon as it comes in from the factory. So on a weekend where I found my legs again, had some fun with friends and was able to run sub 8 minute miles again on Sunday I'm just thankful I didn't have to suck snake venom out of a friend's leg.